cival twilight ( poem rote in happy place )

As i sit on the craggy peak i hear nature and its call from the bird to the barkfrom any wisle to a single squeak as i sit on the craggy peak i hear somthing ele my eyes go astray as 4000 cars pass every day as i sit i wonder y this can ruin sutch a sight the love of the sight can not be heard for any man or any bird as i sit on the craggy peak i hear 2 schools being heated on tis warm summer day as i sit onthe craggy peak i realise its not them its me now the crow passes over i sit and am rdy to see the local mountan brighten with early sunlight as i sat there at 6:03 the veiw of the world has changed if only for me and as i try to spread the word i hope it dosent happen to your naborhood